In The Bleachers

Last night I attended Arthur-Lovington's home baseball game against East Central High School. It's not hard to tell by the Knight's 4-17 record this season that it has been a tough year, but these families still come out to every game.
And they, of course, carry conversation during the game. It can be a little bit tricky sometimes, especially when their Knights were down 3-0, then 6-0, then 6-1, and then 10-1.
But, they endured. I couldn't help but hear how the popcorn was a bit too salty, how Arthur could use a new baseball field because their outfield is downright dangerous, how they couldn't understand why they didn't just send the runner to second, they're down by nine runs already, what's it going to hurt? And what's on for dinner.
And when the times are tough, the parents are a lot of fun to be around, because they don't let anything bring them down. When their team's player, whether or not their son, strikes out, they assure them they will get them next time. If they line a shot to the outfield for an out, they clap and yell "good hit!" If they blast one a home run's distance, but just barely foul, the moms and pops let that kid know that it would have been a home run if it were only fair.
I love sitting in the bleachers.